I Wonder

I wonder what goes through your head when you think of me. When you see a picture of me or even when you look in the mirror. What do you say when people ask you. I try to give you the benefit of the doubt, but what happens when my head conflicts with my heart? What's the difference between Us? Not You & I. But Me & Them. Are you still expecting anything from me or have you removed all desires like I have? This feels like some sort of Tango. I dance. You dance. We dance. Then BOOM. Your solo. In which you do your dance & walk off the floor & leave me dripping in abandonement. I always wonder what you're thinking after the song ends.